Om Pamungkas
I'm grateful

" Your husband didn't come out of the room either." said Ana, looking anxious.

" Duh Gusti. I remember the first time he came here,

Pick up by father..

his body was thin and unkempt with many wounds on his legs and hands, his skin was very dark..

her clothes were short, and should not be used again at her age." added Ana still remember very well the beginning of the last entry into this family.

" We just sleep here." said Ratih slowly, she still did not dare to harass her husband.

" Let him calm himself first,

he must have been surprised.." Adi interrupted,

" if I become om also must be surprised, it's natural om angry, he was treated so.." Hendra who has been coming for an hour, but has heard the whole story interrupts.

" Don't just talk Hendra, angry or forgive it completely the ultimate decision,"

" Pity to know about the om?"

" that's why Mbah kung gave his best during life" Adi replied.

" It's.. You'd better comfort him, talk lightly." said Ana.

" But I have to talk ma. It feels like there's a big rock stuck in my chest if I don't deliver it.." He looked at his mother,

" Speak, but with a heart." Adi advised her daughter.

Everyone in the middle room was silent, until the atmosphere was silent.

When Ratih went into the room, apparently her husband was already asleep.

The woman sat beside the bed, looking at her husband who had either just fallen asleep or had fallen asleep for a long time.

The man did not even change his clothes even though in his old closet there were still shorts and a few shirts.

Somehow even though he was asleep, still looks uncomfortable look on his face, it might be the influence of his feelings are not good.

Ratih let out a long sigh, on the elus of her husband's face.

" Pity.." she lamented inwardly,

Ratih did not know right about the childhood of her husband, because different after they were far adrift.

But from his mother's story, there are indeed many scars on his body that blackened, some came from burns due to cigarette butts, and some traces of belt sparks, and some belts, so hard the whip to injure the skin and produce scars.

Ratih moved his hand to his hair, stroking it.

It was fortunate that all the scars had disappeared when she was an adult, so Ratih could not find them.

Indeed, there were some thin strokes on his arms and back, it was possible that the scar had faded, but it was completely invisible if not glanced at.

Feeling Ratih's hand open his eyes, finally,

both of them looked at themselves without speaking.

His hands suddenly stretched out, pulling Ratih to fall in his arms, and lay down together.

" Want to sleep here?" tanya Ratih was still held tightly, though,

the man did not answer, he was silent, silent,

realizing that, Ratih kept quiet, not asking anymore.

" You talk to them?" ask her after being silent for a long time.

Ratih nodded slowly, he hesitated a little, but he had to be honest.

" Do you feel sorry for them?" tanya Pamungkas still tightly hugged his wife.

Ratih was silent, he was confused about what to answer, which he was clearly afraid of giving a wrong answer and making things worse.

" Want to die just looking for me.." muttered Pamungkas, his voice trembling suddenly.

" Have he ever thought of mom?

mom loved him very much, though,

our lives are not worth it, no one wants to acknowledge us as a family because we are ashamed of our poverty" he said,

Ratih lifted her head, looked at her husband's face, at that time along with the tears of the ultimate who fell so much as his nelangsa remember his old life.

" But mas and mbah uti finally happy." said Ratih pelan.

" Those who don't know where to know..

You've never even been hit and maki,

You won't know what it's like to see your mother beat up in front of you, and cry every night..

Even many times the mother cut her own veins, she said,

maybe he wanted to give up and think dying was better,

but luckily he was always sober and stopped when he saw me cry.

His hands are bleeding blood, though,

he never went to the doctor,

He rubbed his own wound until it healed until the wound on his hand was clearly visible."

Train froze, her eyes glazed with glass just by hearing the voice of her husband.

He couldn't imagine anything.

" Dad always said he regretted marrying his mother,

he said...

I forbid too much and don't want to understand your will,

Dad said it too,

If you don't manage the money,

Though the salary of the father runs out for the debt of his own father." continued Pamungkas

with a stifled voice,

" If you knew Ratih. When my hair is shaved, you'd see a lot of scars,

Because every father was angry, he threw whatever was in his hand at me, at my head,

if he sees me crying, he'll get angry..

Therefore, even though the blood flowed all the way to my cheek, I still had to be quiet as if there was no pain I felt.."

She hugged her husband, and he cried.

" I therefore became a man who could resist, and,

When I am angry, I cannot be angry,

When I'm sick, I can't even cry,

And when I started growing up..

I'm starting to realize that,

I'm getting interested in you, my own niece,

I died to hold myself back, even I went out of Java to forget the feelings that I thought were inappropriate..",

" I'm sorry that I was insensitive at that time." said Ratih, inexplicably the woman even more tears.

" How come you're the one crying Yang?" tanya Pamungkas just realized his wife was crying, too,

" i'm sad.I don't know what because when I came in here I was very small.."

" it's not your fault, don't cry. shhhtt.." said Pamungkas calming, in the face that had previously hidden in his chest.

" I'm grateful that my mother died in such a happy state, right here in your midst." added Pamungkas kissed his wife's forehead.